Where They Belong - Chapter 2.

Cindy and Sarah were led by Eleanor on their leashes into the kitchen. The cool air conditioning felt soothing over Cindy’s sweaty, bruised, and welted skin.

Eleanor opened the stainless-steel refrigerator that maintained her plentiful stock of chilled Penta water. She took one of the glass bottles, twisted open the cap, and took a refreshing drink, tilting back her head.

Cindy drooled over the silicone cock in her mouth. She was so thirsty. Her last drink had been that morning when Eleanor had rewarded her night of dutiful tongue service by peeing into her mouth. She was in awe as she watched her goddess quench her thirst. The way the water went down her throat and the way her bosom pushed against her tight top made Cindy’s pussy tingle inside its cage. She wished to be rid of her gag just so she could properly worship the shiny Italian leather of Eleanor’s Versace Medusa boots.

Eleanor mockingly exhaled her satisfaction and placed the bottle back inside the fridge. She looked down at Cindy and Sarah as if suddenly remembering they existed.

“Oh,” she said casually, “you aren’t thirsty are you?”

Cindy and Sarah both whimpered against the cock gag they shared.

Eleanor laughed loudly at her own joke and the predicament of her leashed and bound pets.

Cindy trembled with reverence and fear, desperate to rub her trapped clit for a few seconds.

“Aww,” said Eleanor warmly, crouching to pat Cindy and Sarah’s hair while still clutching their leashes. “It’s been quite a day, hasn’t it?”

Cindy nodded. Her eyes welled with love for her. She sank into Eleanor’s divine touch and bobbed her buttocks from side to side as if wagging an imaginary tail.

Eleanor smiled, showing off the white of her teeth. “What good girls you are. I know Jessica can be a bit of a hard ass, but I know my daughter. I think you really did impress her. It’s hard for her you see, being a champion and all. There is a lot of pressure and stress that comes with being gifted. Not that you’d know anything about that, Sarah.”

Sarah hung her head sadly and nodded her head in agreement.

Eleanor chuckled and continued. “You’re going to need to be resilient if you want to serve her. Cindy will tell you how demanding she can be. The last thing you’ll want to do is annoy her. You must always try and be available at her beck and call, and do your best to stay entertaining. She bores quite easily I’m afraid.”

Sarah muffled her willingness against the cock.

Eleanor pouted. “But you know, I’m so glad she’s found a girlfriend like Kaylee. Kaylee really seems to understand her. She’s a good, taming influence. I think Kaylee is just what she needs, right now. Don’t you think so?”

Both Cindy and Sarah nodded eagerly.

Eleanor smiled. “You both look so ridiculous. Here,” she reached behind to unbuckle each of the facial harnesses that ensured their mouths remained trapped on their cock gag. “You can come out now.”

Cindy slid her lips up the shaft and felt the pressure in her throat slowly ease despite an intense soreness being left behind like a rock was still lodged inside her neck. The cock that mother and daughter had shared dropped to the marble tiles.

“Th…thank you, G-Goddess,” said Cindy croakily.

Sarah’s speech came out in a pained whisper. “Th…thank you…G…Goddess.”

Cindy glanced at her quickly. She felt conflicted about what she had just heard. It was good that Sarah had enjoyed her experience, despite the struggle. And it was a turn-on for Cindy to hear her own daughter now viewed Eleanor as her mother’s superior. But it wounded her a little to know it had taken Eleanor just a couple of hours to ensure Cindy lost what little motherly respect she had maintained. And a darker part of her resented Sarah. Cindy had worshipped Eleanor for twenty-five years. She had earned the privilege of calling Eleanor her goddess. What had Sarah ever done?

Regardless, Eleanor expressed her satisfaction by bopping her fingers against their noses.

“Turn around,” she ordered, and Cindy and Sarah obeyed.

Eleanor untied the rope that bound Sarah’s arms first. Cindy had thought she had tied those knots to be unbreakable, but Eleanor undid her work effortlessly and allowed the rope to fall harmlessly to the floor.

Sarah whimpered and immediately used one of her free hands to rub up and down her wet pussy, hanging her mouth open and gasping.

Eleanor smacked Sarah across the back of her head, crunching her wedding ring against Sarah’s skull.

Sarah removed her quivering hand and blushed.

Cindy couldn’t help but feel vindicated. She inwardly smiled at Eleanor’s immediate reprimand of her daughter.

“Just because you aren’t in chastity,” said Eleanor firmly, “doesn’t mean you can just pleasure yourself whenever you like.”

Sarah gulped. Tears were in her eyes. “S-sorry, Goddess.”

Eleanor pouted and tenderly ran her fingers through Sarah’s hair. “I know there is a lot of stimulation for your little submissive brain to cope with. It’s a sensory overload, isn’t it?”

Sarah nodded and sniffled.

“But if you want to stay free of the cage, you’ll need to learn some self-control. You don’t want to end up like your mom, do you?”

Sarah frantically shook her head. “No, Goddess. Never. I’m sorry.”

Eleanor chuckled and untied Cindy’s rope.

Cindy looked down at her stainless-steel chastity and then glanced across bitterly at Sarah. It was all very well and good for Sarah to be so smug about feeling the air on her bare pussy. Did Sarah think this somehow made her better than Cindy? That was bullshit. She’d have liked to have seen how well Sarah coped with the wheel of misfortune. When they were dressed as living serving trays at the party, Cindy was the one who led. Sarah was teetering before they’d even started. And who was the one who fell over, smashing all those champagne glasses? Granted, Sarah had been almost definitely shoved by Jessica, but even so.

Eleanor rose, still clutching their leashes, and clicked her fingers on both hands. Cindy knew what this meant. Excitement fluttered in her stomach as she released an enthusiastic whimper, like a puppy finally allowed its treat after being made to wait. She turned and collapsed at Eleanor’s boot, kissing it greedily.

Eleanor pouted down at Sarah and nodded. Sarah joined Cindy at the second boot of their goddess, kissing with just as much fervor as her mother.

“How do they taste?” asked Eleanor with amusement.

Cindy was about to answer when Sarah beat her to it.

“Amazing, Goddess,” she said, “thank you.”

Cindy was flush. She glanced hatefully at her daughter. That was going to be her response. For the first time in her life, Cindy found herself despising her baby girl.

“Cindy?” said Eleanor, raising an inquisitive brow.

Cindy gulped and looked up apologetically at her goddess, shrinking her body as best she could in an effort to humble herself. “I-incredible, Goddess. Thank you so much.”

Eleanor pouted a smirk and watched the naked mother and daughter worship her designer boots as she held onto their leashes.

Cindy caught Sarah out of the corner of her eye. Sarah was smiling as she pressed her lips on Eleanor’s toe and sucked on the leather. Cindy tried to gauge her expression. Was she mocking her? Was she smug? Cindy went back to concentrating on Eleanor’s boot. She did not get this time with Eleanor often enough for Sarah to ruin it. She tried to focus on the taste of the Italian leather and how lucky she was to be at the feet of her goddess.

As she lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment, her mind cleared. Sarah wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was Cindy’s own insecurity projecting onto her. Sarah was just enthusiastic. There was nothing wrong with that. Cindy knew she had to calm down. Sarah was not in competition with her. Cindy needed to be a guiding influence, not a rival. She was still Sarah’s mother and she loved her. Guilt for thinking such awful things about her daughter swarmed. She had to remember she was exhausted. She wasn’t thinking clearly. Sarah was happy. That was the most important thing. It was all she had ever wanted for her.

“Okay, puppies,” said Eleanor yanking their leashes and forcing them both from her boots and to their knees, “that’s enough. It’s time to start your chores. Cindy will show you what to do, Sarah. And you may nourish yourselves. What are the rules, Cindy?”

“Tap water and bland food only, Goddess.”

“That’s right. That goes for you too, Sarah.”

Sarah nodded happily.

Eleanor bent her back giving them both a sight of her cleavage as she looped their leashes like nooses around their necks. Cindy watched the key to her chastity bob teasingly close to her nose. She leaned up to sniff at the gold and teased her own locked clitty with dreams of freedom.

*

Cindy knew how much Eleanor’s groceries cost since she had been the one running around town to find it all. Stocking up on sweet mini peppers, kefir, kimchi, seaweed, and manuka honey amongst other elite ingredients was not a simple task. It required visits to various high-end stores paying high-end prices. It was a humbling experience to see all the money Cindy had worked for vanish from her account. It was a thrill to pay Eleanor’s grocery bill. It was so warm and exciting to fund the expenses of someone so much richer than her.

The thoughts aroused her once again as she searched through Eleanor’s pantry in search of something suitably tasteless for her and Sarah’s inferior palettes.

She was surprised and grateful to find some old oatmeal. The box was opened but barely any of it had been used. She was sure Jessica had likely requested it at some point as part of her endurance nutrition but had decided there were tastier alternatives. It was true that Jessica deserved better than that. Thankfully, it was perfect for Cindy and Sarah.

She exited the pantry with a big smile on her face, ready to show Sarah the good news when she froze on the spot. Sarah was furiously rubbing her clit with all four of her fingers. Her eyes were rolled back and a blissful grin was on her face. Her skinny body quivered all over.

“Sarah!” yelled Cindy.

Sarah half gasped and half squeaked as she instantly came, squirting onto the marble flooring.

Cindy stared in disbelief. Sarah had disobeyed Eleanor’s order not to pleasure herself. It was unfathomable. How dare she. Who did Sarah think she was? Eleanor’s word was the divine word of a goddess. It was not to be disregarded just because it was inconvenient.

Cindy was hot at the blatant disrespect. She had an urge to go over and slap her daughter for her behavior. Clearly, Sarah didn’t mean any of that ‘Goddess’ stuff after all. This was just a game to her.

Sarah moaned with pleasure and gave her mom a blissful smile. It was like she was mocking Cindy that she could still pleasure herself at will while her mom remained caged.

“Sorry, Mom,” said Sarah, breathlessly, “I…just couldn’t even…”

Cindy shook her head and slammed the oatmeal on the counter. “That is not okay, Sarah. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I know, I know, but fuck, Mom. I’ve been waiting to do that ever since Eleanor made us suck on the same cock gag. How fucking hot was that?”

Cindy reddened. Of course, it was hot. Everything Eleanor did to her was hot. That wasn’t the point. “So now you’ve satisfied yourself, Eleanor is no longer a goddess to you?”

Sarah blinked at her in confusion.

“This is not something you just switch on and off when it suits you. Goddess gave you a direct order and you ignored her. That is…unacceptable. You do not disobey a goddess. Ever.”

Sarah furrowed her brow. “Mom…you know Eleanor isn’t actually a god, right?”

Cindy couldn’t control her temper. She marched over and slapped her smug daughter across her face as hard as she could. All her irritation and jealousy came out in that slap. Sarah slumped and clutched her face. She looked up at Cindy flushed, with tears in her eyes.

Cindy pointed down at her. “Don’t you ever say that again! Goddess is the best person who has ever lived.”

Sarah looked scared. Her bottom lip trembled. A tear trickled down her cheek.

Seeing her daughter like that triggered her motherly instinct. What had she done? Regret and guilt swept away her rage. “S-Sarah,” she said, “I-I didn’t…shit, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Cindy bent down to get on Sarah’s level and Sarah cringed away. It broke Cindy’s heart. How could she have lost control like that? It was the same fury she had felt when her husband had dared touch Eleanor. Then, she leaped at him and clawed at his face, wishing him dead. She had not gone that far with Sarah, but the fact this vengeful animal existed inside of her was a frightening realization.

Sarah had never been scared of her before. It was awful to see. She hated herself for it.

“Oh, Sarah,” she said, embracing her daughter, holding her close. “I don’t know what came over me. I won’t do that to you again. I promise.”

“It’s…okay,” said Sarah meekly, “it was just a slap. Eleanor…I mean, Goddess, hit me harder than that.”

Cindy soothed her trembling daughter by caressing her hair, their chins rested on each other’s shoulders, and their arms wrapped around each other, their naked breasts pushing against each other.

Cindy was her mother. She was the one person in the world Sarah should have been able to visit for comfort and security no matter what. That bond was betrayed. Tears fell down her own cheeks. It was still not severed. She could still restore it.

“Sarah,” she said gently, “you don’t have to be here. We can explain this is too much for you. I’m sure Goddess would understand.”

Sarah pulled away and stared confrontationally. Her shock at being struck slowly replaced with rage. “Excuse me? You’re the one who lost it, and you’re accusing me?”

“Honey, I’m not accusing you of anything. But I don’t like seeing you so sad.”

“You did that to me. I was happy before you slapped me.”

Cindy gulped at the truth of her words.

“Okay,” said Cindy, trying her best to diffuse the tension. “I’m sorry. I won’t do that again. But…I don’t know how seriously you are taking this.”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. This is where I’m meant to be. I feel it in my soul.”

“But honey, you can’t say that and then at the same time masturbate like that.”

“Why not? Isn’t this supposed to turn us on? Isn’t this the whole point?”

Cindy exhaled slowly to calm her rising irritation. “In a sense, yes. As masochist submissives, we can’t help but get aroused. But part of our role is obedience. Goddess told you not to play with yourself and you did it anyway. What do you think would have happened if Goddess or Miss Jessica had seen you? They’d have punished you far worse than just a slap across the cheek.”

Sarah’s fear was now fully replaced with indignation. “That would have been them punishing me…not you.”

Cindy felt that wound in her heart. “I’m…I’m just trying to watch out for you. You…you don’t know what they are capable of.”

Sarah scoffed and rose back to her feet. “I’m a big girl now, mom. I don’t need you to do anything.”

“But…Sarah…please.”

“Should we cook this oatmeal or what? Pretty sure Goddess wouldn’t be happy to see us procrastinate like this, would she?”

Cindy shook her head sadly. Sarah had her with that one.

“Then we should probably eat them uncooked. Save time and flavor.”

“Yes,” said Cindy defeatedly, “Goddess would approve of that.”

Sarah picked up the box and reached inside to grab a handful of the dry oats. She gathered them in a cluster between her finger and thumb and started to eat. She handed the box to Cindy who raised herself from the floor to join her daughter by the counter.

Cindy placed her hand inside and scooped up as much as she could and then nibbled the oats from her open palm. The only sensation in her mouth was dryness. It was like eating chunky sawdust. She gagged but persevered. They would give her a much-needed burst of energy.

Sarah ate in silence, looking peeved.

Cindy tried again. “I really am sorry.”

Sarah nodded. “I know.”

Cindy smiled weakly and continued at the encouragement Sarah had offered. “It’s just that…this is an adjustment for me too, honey. I suppose it kind of got to me when you called Eleanor ‘Goddess.’ You see, it’s been my dream for most of my life to worship and serve her. I’ve thought about her every day since I was eighteen. When I call her Goddess, it means something to me. I just felt like you weren’t taking this seriously. You’ve only wanted this for a day. I’ve wanted it for twenty-five years. I kind of lost it. Plus…you know-” she fingered the mesh on her chastity and blushed.

Sarah sighed and shrugged. “I guess it was kind of douchey of me to masturbate right in front of you. I’m sorry. I’d probably have been pretty mad too.”

“Thank you,” said Cindy. “And I really do want you to try and stay safe. Goddess would be mad if she caught you doing that. You must be more careful. For both our sakes.”

“Okay, I will. But you can’t say things like ‘Are you sure about this?’ anymore. It’s insulting. I didn’t just give up my life for nothing. I’ve thought about this long and hard. I want this just as much as you. You would rather I go back to Dad? Back to Burger King? That was a sad life and you know it. This is so much better for me.”

“You’re right. I need to trust you more.”

Sarah smiled and gave her mom a hug.

Cindy hugged back. “I am proud of you. That was not an easy introduction and you coped amazingly.”

“Thanks. It was hard. But seeing you gave me the strength to keep going. You were an inspiration, Mom.”

Cindy felt terrible for all the awful things she had thought about her. Sarah was so sweet. She really thought of her as an inspiration? Sarah had never said anything like that to her before. Maybe this really was the best place for them to be. Maybe they would grow closer than ever before.

“Let’s not fight anymore, kay?”

Sarah nodded against Cindy’s shoulder. “Kay.”

*

Clearing the air with Sarah really gave Cindy a boost. She was like a new woman as she gave Sarah the tour of Eleanor’s mansion. She explained with enthusiasm and pride that the mansion contained two living rooms, a game room, a full gymnasium, a ballroom, a sauna, indoor and outdoor Olympic swimming pools, a music room, five bathrooms excluding the ensuites, six bedrooms, walk-in closets, and a full grass tennis court. Eleanor owned hand-knotted cashmere rugs, antique and modern art, sculptures, and ornaments, all tastefully blended by expert interior designers. Everything she owned was prestigious and had a story to tell. It was as if Cindy was bragging about the achievements of her goddess as if they were her own.

She tried to instill in Sarah the privilege of cleaning and polishing Eleanor’s mansion. Her extensive collection was not just for show (although it was definitely intimidating and impressive) but also for investments. Each item was gaining value and adding to the vast inheritance Jessica and Alison stood to gain.

Cindy thought of that love-struck eighteen-year-old she once was, diligently drafting and redrafting Eleanor’s homework so that Eleanor could spend her senior year attending parties and having fun. Looking at all Eleanor had accumulated, it made Cindy proud to think in some small way, delivering straight As on all Eleanor's essays had helped Eleanor down this path of wealth and power. All those long nights, crying with anxiety over the possibility of letting Eleanor down with anything less than an A+ were all worth it now.

She wondered for a moment as she observed herself and her daughter, naked, collared, and leashed, what might have happened to her had she never met Eleanor. She would likely have used her smarts to graduate medical school and become a doctor. For a brief second, she pictured herself in her own multi-bedroom manor with her own swimming pool, a loving husband, and a daughter who was attending Yale.

She shuddered and her caged pussy tingled. To think of life without Eleanor was too miserable to consider. She saw herself drinking every day and self-medicating with her own prescription pills. She would be impassive in bed as her husband tried and failed to pleasure her. There would be no meaning in anything she felt or did. What was even the point of life without Eleanor?

Her current life was perfect. Everything was as it ought to have been.

Sarah listened to Cindy’s gushing in flushed silence, occasionally nodding along. She had of course never seen such opulence before. Cindy suspected her old ideas about socialism and progressivism were surfacing. Only a couple of days ago, Sarah would have seen all this as a prime example of why greater taxes needed to be raised on the ultra-rich. She would have no doubt complained about how wrong it was for someone to live in this much luxury while there were people homeless on the streets.

Cindy hoped Sarah was starting to understand that common morals just didn’t apply to people like Eleanor. As a goddess, Eleanor created her own. She was not handcuffed by the same ethics as lesser beings like Cindy and Sarah.

There was only one universal truth: everything Eleanor had, she had because she deserved to have it. Following that mantra, all of life’s disappointments and hardships made sense. Cindy had suffered so Eleanor would never have to.

Once the grand tour was over. Cindy set about instructing Sarah in the correct cleaning techniques to ensure Eleanor’s marble floors and antique furnishings remained as perfect as Eleanor deserved.

It was fun for Cindy to demonstrate all she had learned in care and maintenance. She had never really imparted any meaningful wisdom to her daughter before. She had once tried to encourage her to be more outgoing and confident, to socialize and join teams, but that had proven to be a waste of time. Sarah had been bullied and ostracised from every group she tried. She just wasn’t naturally gifted at anything. Looking at her on her hands and knees as she polished Eleanor’s marble floor, she knew she had failed in making her daughter better than her. But that was okay. Maybe her true gift was her submissiveness. In that at least, Cindy could finally be a role model.

They were both diligently attending to the marble when Jessica and Kaylee returned.

They had changed from their bikinis into cropped tees that showed off their toned stomachs and gym shorts that showed off the curves of their buttocks. Their sockless sneakers walked all over the marble Cindy and Sarah had painstakingly polished.

Jessica spoke as they marched over. “Alright, we’ve waited long enough, freaks. Bored now.”

Sarah cringed as Jessica roughly grabbed her leash and pulled her by the collar to her hands and knees.

Kaylee grinned and straddled herself over Sarah’s exposed back. “Giddy up!” she yelled happily, smashing her heels against the sides of Sarah’s thighs and forcing Sarah to crawl with the athletic blond riding her like a pony.

Jessica smirked and held onto Sarah’s leash, guiding her across the floor like a mule. “Oh,” she said, stopping and turning back to Cindy. “Mom wants to see you in the living room. Don’t keep her waiting, freak.”

“Yes, Miss Jessica,” said Cindy, blushing to see her daughter handled so roughly by the dominant duo.

Kaylee laughed excitedly as she bounced her firm ass up and down on Sarah’s spine.

Sarah glanced back at Cindy with a flushed face and frightened eyes. She looked so weak and vulnerable, being dragged by two stronger women. Cindy considered for a moment how wrong this was. They had spent the whole afternoon plotting. Sarah would not stand a chance at whatever creative cruelty they had concocted.

But Cindy stayed quiet. She hoped this was truly what Sarah wanted, as she claimed. If torture would make Sarah happy, then who was Cindy to protest? Of course, the last thing she wanted was for Sarah to change her mind at that moment. Cindy did not want to test her motherly resolve and love by attempting to stand up to the frightening twosome. She knew she lacked the strength for a confrontation she could never win.

*

Eleanor had her buttocks nestled comfortably into the supple leather of her U-shaped, multi-sectional sofa. Her legs were crossed and she rested her large iPad Pro on her thigh, lazily swiping over the screen while her other arm sprawled over the back of the sofa causing her bosom to stretch the expensive material of her onyx tee.

Cindy approached cautiously, not wishing to disturb whatever held her goddess engrossed. She dropped to her knees and kept herself as small as possible as she tentatively handed over her leash.

Eleanor took it without acknowledgment and quickly wrapped it around her wrist, giving Cindy a sharp tug in the process. She bobbed her foot, teasing Cindy with the exquisite Italian craftsmanship of her Versace Medusa boot. Cindy watched the movement, transfixed on the platform heel, wishing she might be allowed to suck on it.

No words were exchanged until Eleanor was ready. Cindy just sat quietly, looking up at her goddess with love and admiration. She felt so safe with Eleanor holding her leash. All that mattered was her obedience. She never felt freer than in these moments of complete servitude.

Eleanor did not turn away from her iPad when she spoke. “So, how do you like having your own daughter here serving my family?”

Cindy was almost in a daze. The scent of jasmine blossoms and musk was a thrill to her senses. She could see Eleanor’s erect nipples through the material of her tee. She was a willing drone in the presence of her beauty and power. “I love it, Goddess,” she answered.

Eleanor smirked and shook her head disdainfully. “You’re such a little creep.”

Cindy blushed and bowed her head sadly.

Eleanor chuckled. “Oh, don’t give me those puppy dog eyes. I’m only teasing you.”

Cindy smiled bravely.

Eleanor suddenly leaned forward, making Cindy flinch, half-expecting to be struck. Instead, Eleanor flipped her iPad to give Cindy a view of several graphs partitioned over the screen. They showed a series of red and green triangles going up and down over a period of time, but mostly going up. There were abbreviations over each. There were hundreds of them. AMZN, AAPL, MSFT, WMT, TSLA, WBD, to name a few.

Eleanor laughed at Cindy’s obvious confusion. “My portfolio, silly. It’s actually pretty simple. When the lines go up, I’m happy.”

“Congratulations, Goddess,” said Cindy sincerely. “How…how much have you made today?”

Eleanor pouted and set it on the cushion by her side. “More than you’ve made in five years working at Krogers. It’s so funny that you’ve been working that menial job for like ten dollars an hour. Meanwhile, people like me, the ones with capital, have been getting rich from your labor with a simple tap of our finger,”

Cindy nodded. “You’re so much smarter than me, Goddess.”

Eleanor stretched and yawned, pushing out her bosom. “It’s actually not that hard. I have networks that ensure I gain the insider knowledge necessary to buy and sell at the optimum moments. There’s some market fluctuation here and there, but by this point, I’m so diversified that a rare loss on one enterprise is more than compensated for by the rest. My wealth increases every day. Wealth generates wealth after all.”

“Amazing, Goddess. Truly.”

“Speaking of finance…it’s time we discussed an appropriate budget for you and Sarah. I don’t think it's fair for me to cover your expenses. Do you?”

Cindy gulped and slowly shook her head. Dread prickled over her skin. All her money was already gone. Paying for Eleanor and her family’s spa weekend had drained her account and maxed her credit cards. Her unpaid bills would soon mean the repossession of her house. Even if she sold everything she owned, she doubted she would get much since most of it was second-hand or in desperate need of replacement. Her only option would be bankruptcy. She was completely destitute.

Eleanor continued, flicking a dismissive wrist. “I know all your cards are maxed. But is it really my fault that you were too poor to afford me and my girls a satisfactory weekend at La Maison de Verre? I ended up using my own money to cover what you could not. That was hardly the relaxing gift it was supposed to be.”

Cindy lowered her eyes and blushed. “I’m sorry for being so poor, Goddess.”

Eleanor shrugged. “And then there’s the living expenses. You and your daughter will be using my air conditioning, my electricity, my water. Not to mention rent. I mean, why is it fair for you to experience life in these surroundings when you aren’t contributing a single cent to the household?”

Cindy felt guilty. She had taken it for granted Eleanor would just cover those bills. “I’m sorry, Goddess,” she said.

“It leaves us in a dilemma, doesn’t it? You’re in debt to me and yet you have no method of ever paying me back. Serving me here as my housekeeper is not a job. You would be doing this for free, so I see no logical reason why I should be paying you.”

Cindy felt tears welling in her eyes. “No, Goddess. I’m so worthless. I’m so sorry. I’m too stupid to know what to do. Please help me. Don’t send me away. I…I couldn’t imagine life without you.”

Eleanor pouted. “I’m not unreasonable. I will allow you and Sarah to exist within a budget. I will simply add the expenditure onto your overall debt.”

Cindy bent down and kissed the toe of Eleanor’s boot. “Thank you, Goddess. Thank you so much.”

“As my housekeeper, it goes without saying that the maintenance of this mansion is your responsibility. Appropriate punishments will be administered if I suspect you are slacking in your duty. I expect groceries to be fully stocked. I shall supply you with a credit card for this purpose. But if I discover any irregularities, you will be severely punished.”

“I would never dream of-”

Eleanor interrupted her. “I will also organize a modest vehicle you may use to run my chores. Gas may be charged to the credit card. But if I suspect you of taking advantage of this, I will punish you. And be careful when you drive. I’ll hold you personally responsible for any damages. I’ll add the repair costs to your debt as well as appropriate punishments. I know you have a miserable record for keeping things nice judging from the state of your house and car, so don’t you dare disrespect this privilege.”

“I would never Goddess,” she said in between kissing her boot. “Thank you so much for this opportunity.”

Eleanor continued. “You may wear clothes when you run my chores. I’ll find something plain and nondescript. You and Sarah may use twenty dollars each for your weekly sustenance. But not a single cent more. There are now five of us living here which means the bills ought to be split five ways. Of course, since Alison is still in school and Jessica is training, it would be unfair to ask them to contribute to the household expenses. We can split electric, gas, water, and sewage three ways between you, Sarah, and myself. I’ll add this to your monthly rent which I’ll be automatically deducting from your income. Any surplus will be used as debt repayments.”

Cindy paled. What income? What did her goddess have planned for her? She remembered Eleanor mentioning something ‘more involved’ the last time she had unlocked Cindy from her cage, but Cindy had been in too much of a cum coma to consider what that actually meant. But now, looking up at Eleanor’s beautiful and terrible smirk, she was filled with dread.

“But that’s a conversation for another time,” said Eleanor, turning her attention to the Ferragamo Trifolio soft, calfskin tote bag on the coffee table. She pulled out a sleek, white box, opened the lid, and peeled an Apple watch from the interior packaging.

Cindy smiled hopefully, forgetting her fear.

“Hold out your wrist,” said Eleanor.

Cindy gasped and quickly obeyed. It was more high-tech than anything she had ever owned before. She stared at it in wonder as Eleanor wrapped it around her skinny wrist.

“Make sure you wear this at all times. It’s how we will be communicating with you from now on. That useless phone of yours is complete trash. And this way I can completely monitor your usage.”

Cindy gulped and admired it. She felt completely spoiled. “This is…too much, Goddess. Thank you. This is incredible.”

Eleanor pouted. “Remember, this is only so that we can notify you when we require your services. Sarah will likewise receive one. But as I say, don’t think this means you can idly surf the web or message friends. Wait…you don’t actually have any friends, do you?”

Cindy blushed and shook her head causing laughter from Eleanor.

“In any case,” continued Eleanor, shaking her head at how pathetic Cindy was, “this is for our convenience only.”

“I understand, Goddess. I won’t let you down.”

Eleanor tapped Cindy lightly on the nose. “See that you don’t.”

There was already an alert. It vibrated Cindy’s wrist. She looked at her goddess for guidance and Eleanor smiled, nodding her head.

Cindy tapped on the watch and saw a message from Jessica.

-My room, freak. Now.

Cindy gulped. That must have been where they had dragged Sarah. She felt sick to her stomach.

“Best hurry,” said Eleanor, smiling. “It won’t just be your ass in trouble now if you upset her.”